"It is lucky and unfortunate to have Captain Wang."

After the meeting, everyone went to the playground to single out. On the side of the playground where the laughter was talking, Lao Gao accompanied Lao Zhang for a walk. Professor Zhang looked at the field and strolled in the quiet barracks in the evening breeze: "His Progress Meeting To inspire and drive teammates to grow faster, I remember that no one has won the golden boots of the five major leagues before, right?"

Old Gao nodded silently.

"That's right!" Zhang Zhaozhong did several chest expansion actions: "With such an outstanding leader, your collective will grow rapidly. But at the same time, when he grows to a certain stage, he becomes an obstacle to the further growth of the collective. I am not denying his role here, neither the role of history nor the role of reality is denied."

Old Gao nodded: "I understand."

"It can be seen that the reflections of the players just now are still effective, using their accustomed solution. Singles, regardless of victory or defeat, restrain the subconscious fear of Captain Wang, and stimulate the young people's competitiveness."

"In this way, you can be more active in the game." Lao Gao added: "You don't need to entrust everything to Wang Ai as in the past. Once Wang Ai can't solve the problem, everyone will lose everything."

Liu Chunming, who was holding a cigarette on the other side, agreed: "The team of 11 people still has to fight for everyone to be like a dragon. At first, a dragon king took it and turned a group of carps into a dragon. No matter how much the dragon king does, the dragon becomes a dragon. A group of lazy dragons. Let them fight, it is still right. However, Xiao Wang is too strong, from thought to action, it is all benchmarks, so the effect of this has to be observed."

Zhang Zhaozhong took a look at Liu Chunming and Gao Hongbo, and kept the suggestion that "you press Captain Wang" in his mouth. He knew that it was impossible and impossible.

Although he is not a football player, he has also heard some rumors, such as calling this national team the "Wang Jiajun" or something. When I was okay, I figured it out a little bit. Now there are not many people in the country who can take Wang Ai. He has so many groundbreaking achievements, and he can really show it, everyone!

Although Gao Hongbo can lead this team is directly related to his own quality, but the ability to manage Wang Ai is also an important factor. At least whether it is the leader or the masses, as long as Wang Ai does not make a principled error, and in the case of irreconcilable conflicts between him and the coach, it is self-evident who the Football Association wants.

Under this circumstance, the old Gaoneng led this team, and it was the limit to keep this team organized. Asking him to press down on the burr subordinates like an ordinary leader does.

It seems that we can only think of other ways.

From the Confederations Cup summary meeting on the evening of July 16th until the national team left Yanshan on July 21st, the summary meeting lasted for six days.

During these six days, every morning was military training, afternoon was military course, and evening was football training and summary meeting. Because the Gao Jiajun itself has a very strong military ideology of our military, it gradually began to approach the military theory that is far away across the border with difficulty.

Begin with a sentence from Zeng Cheng that day.

However, Zhang Zhaozhong has been attending the meeting as a nonvoting delegate to listen to opinions, but he has not spoken.

What he and Wang Ai said is that he first needs to intuitively understand this national team and understand Chinese football.

At noon on July 21, after eating a meal in the Yanshan military camp, everyone went out and boarded the bus. Their mobile phones were returned. They agreed that they could make a call for ten minutes, and then they had to turn in again. At the same time, it is not allowed to talk about the past training or the next step on the phone.

Everyone called home noisily, called their agents, and called their girlfriends, and Wang Ai was roughly the same. Looking at him now, he is wearing an army camouflage uniform, with a straight back, a smiley face with a knife blade, and a straightforward look. Even the posture of holding the phone seems to be commanding operations.

In fact, Chen Tao by his side heard clearly. What he said was: "Lion, there are still ten days, um, after ten days I will go to you, don't worry, wait for me."

Counting the Confederations Cup and the previous qualifiers, and counting the league in May, Wang Ai and Leo Ni have not seen each other for more than two months.

The car drove to Beijing Xijiao Airport. After the mobile phones were retrieved, everyone got off the car in turn with their backpacks, and they subconsciously formed a team and stood in two rows. Then filed in and boarded a small plane, which was a chartered flight of the Football Association and flew directly to Shenyang.

This is the third stage of this military training, and the target is the Shenyang Military Region.

Everyone's time is too tight. It can be said that one month is already the maximum. It is not unprecedented, but it is almost impossible. This group of professional players are so profitable that they are required to give up an event of hundreds of thousands or even millions not to participate. At the peak of professional life, it is also the peak of commercial value to participate in a profit. The activities of human management and training are too rare.

Therefore, the schedule is quite compact and the content of the activities is also quite rich.

After arriving in Shenyang, the plane refueled, everyone did not get off the plane, turned their heads and flew to Tonghua City in the dark. After resting in the military camp in Tonghua City for a night, everyone rushed to the border post in military vehicles the next day.

The great rivers and mountains of the motherland are delineated by the "fences" formed by the inconspicuous border posts on the border.

Looking at the towering mountains, dense forests, deep cliffs, winding mountain roads, inaccessible scenery, and the border guard posts on the concrete piers at the end of the road, everyone's moods agitated gently.

The crowd got out of the car and lined up to salute each other with the officers and soldiers of the outpost who came to greet each other.

Wang Ai finally saluted the army for the first time in his life, even if only as a student, only these few days.

When everyone learned that the monthly salary of the soldiers in the difficult outpost was less than two thousand yuan, and they smiled honestly and said that everything was okay; when everyone noticed the damp walls in the room, the pressure well and not far in front, the end could not be seen at a glance. When everyone heard the introduction that North Korean fugitives came over the wall day and night and agreed to anything for two packs of instant noodles; when everyone heard that these fugitives went back miserably, but because of the relationship between the two countries When I had to **** them back...

Wang Ai proposed that, with the approval of the accompanying company commander, the 23 heroes of the national team, each for 5 minutes, were on duty as sentry, and personally stood guard for the border defense of the motherland for 5 minutes and practiced the military duties of 5 minutes.

Wang Ai was the first one, holding 81- with both hands in a standard gun-holding posture, with his back facing the mountains of the motherland, looking at the fence on the border between China and North Korea and the neighboring country with the same mountains across the fence, standing upright under the blowing of the mountain breeze. Such as loose.

When the time came, Wang Ai handed the gun to Chen Tao, and then retreated back to the queue.

For more than two hours, everyone stood quietly, standing under the sentry post, standing on the border line of the motherland. Looking at his teammates, looking at myself, looking at the ordinary and great post.